"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

you want some water?" Elora asked, noticing her mother's hesitation. She

daughter for a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from

to

his cooking was exceptional-so exceptional that Elora hadn't gotten tired of it after

a short period, thinking that Tatum was simply doing his job to

was to Elora, but she hadn't thought

either. After all, Tatum wasn't just any chef-he was the

capable, successful individuals. It was only natural that her attitude toward Tatum had

Ormond hadn't expected sparks

young men in the city. But none of

no idea what kind of man

Her priority was managing the company and training her younger brother to take over one

their family's circumstances, and the fact that Elora

yet thirty, Mrs. Ormond

particular about her

power made them a target. If Elora married the wrong

an unhappy marriage, but she could also be manipulated, leading to devastating

with a son to inherit the business, the risk

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